The carriage rode smoothly, passing tenant farm after tenant farm.
Beneath the great tree at the village entrance, old men sat chatting while children ran back and forth.
Cooking smoke rose from the chimneys of every household, mingling with the morning light.
"Big Brother."
"Mm?"
Feng Shouzhuo hesitated, but in the end, he still asked, "Su Wantang... who exactly is she?"
The carriage fell silent, leaving only the rumble of wheels rolling over the dirt road.
"I don't know."
"Big Brother..."
Feng Shouzhuo's thoughts were a tangled mess. The boundless wheat fields looked terribly dull.
With nothing external to distract his mind, his thoughts kept drifting in that direction.
But the moment he opened his mouth, the Coiling Dragon Jade Core turning in Feng Xiu's hand slowly came to a stop. Feng Xiu shot him a glance.
"If you keep spouting nonsense, then get the hell back to the residence."
Toward evening.
Green Rock City, Lin Residence.
In the Lin Residence's main hall, within the tranquil, elegant chamber, a somewhat portly middle-aged man sat in the seat of honor.
At that moment, he held a thick account book in his hands, studying it intently. In the vast hall, only the soft rustle of turning pages could be heard.
"Wenyuan." After some time, his fingers reached the final page.
Lin Xiuyuan set the account book down on the wooden table and looked toward Lin Che, who was lightly sipping tea from a chair to the lower left.
"With the grain stores being depleted so heavily these past few days, has the Feng Clan made any moves?"
Lin Che set down his antique porcelain teacup and shook his head slightly. "Father, the Feng Clan is still the same as ever. However, I had people approach the managers of more than